Far from a one-off novelty, the cover seems to have taught the group a thing or two about hitching absurdist mantras to danceable dissonance. Clocking in at a fearsome six minutes, “Lawman” pits a martial drum stomp against brown-note frequencies that feel like intestinal blockage and hi-hat accents that sound like they’re being played on circular saws, all the while frontman Dara Kiely makes like a young, easily agitated Stephen Malkmus suffering an existential crisis in the midst of studying for his mid-terms as a death-disco revival party rages in the dorm room next door. There were no survivors.